Hello! Thank you for attempting to read this! It's my first fiction I've ever written. Dramione of course, as I am a fan of HP. Before we begin, I would like to say that there may or may not be grammatical errors in this story. I'm in school still so I'M STILL LEARNING! Any who...enjoy the story! This is chapter one of many more to come...hopefully. ^_^ And remember, first time writer here so review and all that good stuff. Criticism is a good thing by the way. I want to learn as much as I can so I can write even more. OK Thanks!

Chapter 1: A Single Rose

A brown-haired witch sat alone in her room, contemplating whether she should tell her best friends her darkest secret. She wasn't proud of it. No, definitely not proud. However, she did love what came out of it. That isn't what she was focused on, though. Something happened almost a year ago, and the repercussions changed her life forever. The change wasn't horrifying, just unplanned. How could she not tell them though?

Since the beginning of her school career they had been there for her.

Thick and thin, it didn't matter. They supported and appreciated her opinions and choices and above all, accepted her mistakes. She couldn't find a reason why she shouldn't tell them now. So she decided she would. Tonight, the young witch will call her friends over for dinner, for this is the first time she's seen them in a year. This seemed to be the best way to confess to them. She would also invite another friend that was crucial to the explanation.

Dinner was ready just as the guests arrived. Hermione was nervous and sweaty-palmed, but she put on a sweet smile and greeted her friends at the door. Two of them stood before her, arms open for an embrace. She accepted with near desperation. In the hardest time of her life yet, she didn't have her friends by her side as she was accustomed to, and she missed them more than she realized. The feeling must have been mutual because they seized her in their arms for what seemed like hours. Nevertheless very good hours, pleasant and caring indeed. Finally, her friends released her. "We missed you Hermione. Where have you been?" Harry said. Hermione backed up and looked down for a moment.

"I'll explain later, but right now we should eat before the food is cold," She said looking up with a smile. They all agreed and walked inside the little flat. She served them both up a plate and Ron started wolfing it down in an instant. She was just about to start eating hers, sitting in her chair, when the doorbell rang. She hesitated a moment, then looked at Harry and Ron. "Excuse me, I'll get that." She said, and with a flourish of her hand she was off to the door. To be honest, she didn't think he would show. He still wasn't fond of "Potter and his weasel." Moreover, she sent him a patronus message because he doesn't use muggle devices often. Though he was distant most of the time, he still respected her decision to confess. Hermione slowly opened the door, revealing the visitor.

His platinum-blonde hair was long but slicked back in it's usual fashion. He wore a nice button-down, long-sleeve shirt that was black. A single rose was in his hand, as he stood on the door step, tall and silent.

"Evening." He said quietly. He stepped forward and Hermione embraced him. He accepted it by giving a stiff hug back. After a moment he tried to pull away, but she kept him there. He understood what was going to happen. That's why he was there, to support her. "Granger, look. It won't be that hard. They won't shun you. If anything, they'll shun me, and they already do that so it won't be any worry." He said gently. She nodded, pulled back, and looked at his face. He looked calm, but still a little uncomfortable. She let him go then.

"Thank you, Draco."She whispered. Both of them headed inside. Draco trailed just slightly behind Hermione, as to keep the suspicions to a minimum.

They entered the small dining area, where Ron has already finished his first plate, and Harry was casually eating his food. When they spotted Draco they stopped and stared for a moment. Harry composed himself quickly and greeted Draco stonily.

"Evening, Malfoy. What brings you here?" Harry asked a little too harsh.

Hermione eyed him but he never caught it, he was too busy peering at the former Slytherin. Draco answered as he sat down across from Hermione, while Harry and Ron were on the sides of her.

"The wind brought me here I reckon. Felt I was needed to eat all this food. Though, I don't think I'll get a scrap of it with the weasel here." There was a hint of hostility alongside sarcasm in his voice. Hermione giggled softly at this. Ron shot her a glare and she immediately stopped and apologized, but admitted it was a bit funny. Ron gave her a weary look then it changed into a whatever-just-let-me-eat look. Dinner continued a bit awkwardly. There was small talk, but Hermione knew they were trying hard to avoid the really big question that was on everyones mind. Where has she been this past year?

Later, the group of Hogwarts alumni gathered in the parlor. No one spoke. Just sat there, inside their own minds. Hermione sat in a rocking chair near the fireplace while Harry, Ron and Draco squished into a couch that just barely fit all three. Draco had a sour look on his face and was looking off into the direction opposite his accomplices on the couch. Ron was red faced and had a disgusted look, as he was in the middle. Harry looked uncomfortable, but he was so wrapped up in his thoughts he hardly noticed the situation. This went on for many moments when finally Harry cleared his throat. "So where were you, Hermione?" he asked. She froze, glancing at Draco, who was undoubtedly praying to Merlin that it would end well.

"Well, Harry, it's a long story, but I can sum it up for you if you'd like. I will have to clarify first though." She said stiffly. Harry just nodded. He was probably scared something bad happened so he wanted to know if it was someone that did it. That way he would have an excuse to hunt someone down. Ron was just sitting there soaking it all in, letting Harry do the talking. Hermione took a deep breath through her nostrils and began. "In my defense, I was totally smashed, and I didn't mean for it to happen. It just kind of happened." She said weakly. "It was when we were at that anniversary celebration of Voldemort's death. You and Ron left early, while I decided to stay and not ruin your's and Ginny's night. Unlike Ron who obliviously became the third wheel." She looked towards Ron and he had a shocked look on his face. However, she continued before he questioned her. "I went to the bar, and ran into Draco there. He bought me a few drinks and we conversed into the early hours of the morning." Ron and Harry where thinking the same thing when she said that. How could Malfoy be capable of deep conversation for that long? "By the time we finished, I was smashed and he refused to let me apparate while intoxicated." Ron looked at her with disbelief. "He let me stay in one of the guest rooms for the night while I sleep off the muggle alcohol. As I said, I didn't mean for it to happen." Then she broke off.

"For what to happen, Mione?" Harry asked. She looked at the ground now. Then she looked at Draco. She gave him a look that said continue for me, I can't bear to say it. He nodded and stood up, clearing his throat.

"We had a shag. Nine months later Hermione gave birth." Draco blurted out at the gawking buffoons sitting on the couch.

End of Chapter One.

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